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David
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Feb 18, 2019 02:00PM
When I walked out the door of my home two blocks up from the silty mouth of the Fraser River, I thought I was leaving for 12 months. Forty years later, and I still see a fresco of that moment in the mind's eye - my family waving goodbye, and me leaving for the unknown - more shite than you can shake a stick at, some moments of sublime ruination and others of exaltation. I'll never see the dirty docks of that city again, but in a way, I'd like to return to those who loved me, and maybe even those who didn't...maybe that's what I was trying to say...
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